Journey Through the City

As you step across the glowing boundary into Lyria, the air feels charged with a different kind of magic. The forest gives way to a sprawling city that thrums with life and enchantment. Tall, elegant buildings made of stone and wood are adorned with magical symbols that shimmer and pulse with energy. The streets are bustling with witches, each more stunning than the last, their clothing a mix of elegance and allure, often revealing more than it conceals.

You walk alongside Princess Elara and Sera, trying to ignore the multitude of eyes that immediately fixate on your naked form as you walk through the city, making your way to the castle. Every step you take makes you acutely aware of your exposure. The spell placed on you ensures you can't cover up, leaving you to endure the stares and whispers that follow you.

"Welcome to Lyria," one of the city witches says, her voice dripping with amusement as she notices your predicament. "It seems we have a special guest"

Your cheeks burn as you struggle to maintain your composure. Elara offers a reassuring smile, though you can see the curiosity in her eyes. Sera, on the other hand, is clearly enjoying your discomfort. She walks with a spring in her step, her fiery hair catching the light as she glances at you with a smirk.

"Quite the spectacle, isn't he?" Sera remarks to a passing group of witches, who giggle and nod in agreement. "I'm sure he'll provide plenty of entertainment during our stay."

As you make your way deeper into the city, the teasing becomes more pronounced. Witches of all ages and appearances pause to cast spells and enchantments your way. One waves her hand and you feel a sudden tingling on your skin. Another murmurs a spell, and your cock twitches involuntarily, growing harder despite your attempts to remain calm.

"Look at him," one witch says, her eyes alight with mischief. "I bet he's never been this aroused in his life."

"Such a good boy, putting on a brave face," another adds, her voice a sultry purr. "I wonder how long he'll last."

You feel your arousal building with each comment, each spell cast your way. The witches' eyes are filled with lust and amusement, and the attention only makes your situation more unbearable. Your cock is now fully erect, throbbing with need, and you can't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

The magical teasing is relentless. One witch flicks her wrist, and you feel a warm, tingling sensation run down your length, as if invisible fingers are gently stroking you. Another whispers an incantation, and your cock starts to pulse in rhythm with your heartbeat, the sensation so intense that it makes you gasp. Yet another witch points her finger at you, and you feel a sudden, delicious pressure at the base of your cock, like a tight ring that holds you on the edge of release without letting you tip over. As a result your cock is rock hard, and the tip glistens with pre-cum.

"He's quite the specimen," a market witch says, licking her lips. "Imagine the energy we could harness from him."

"Indeed," her companion agrees. "I wouldn't mind having a go at him myself."

You bite back a moan, your thoughts a chaotic mix of arousal and humiliation. Sera steps closer to you, her hand brushing against your thigh as she whispers in your ear.

"You know, I’ve heard that Lyria's witches are masters of arousal magic," she begins, her tone teasing. "Imagine if they put a spell on you that made you constantly feel like you're being stroked by invisible hands. Or maybe a spell that makes you super sensitive, so even the slightest touch drives you wild."

You shiver at the thought, your cock twitching involuntarily.

"Or perhaps," Sera continues, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "a spell that makes you feel like you're on the edge of climax, but never quite able to get there. Just imagine how frustrating that would be."

Your arousal spikes at her words, and you can feel yourself growing even harder.

"Then there's the possibility of a spell that forces you to tell the truth about your deepest desires," Sera muses. "That would be quite revealing, wouldn't it? Having to spill about your taken you are with Princess Elara? How many times you've fantasize about her? Perhaps even about me."

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the flood of erotic thoughts her suggestions are conjuring in your mind.

"Or maybe," she says with a sly smile, placing a hand on your muscular chest, "they'll do something pretty simple, like make you touch yourself as you so desperately want."

As she says this, her hand glows ever so slightly and you feel a sudden compulsion to move your hand to your cock. Before you can stop yourself, your fingers wrap around your length, and you begin to stroke yourself, the sensation overwhelming. You realize with a shock that a spell has been cast on you, forcing you to give in to your arousal. You let out a moan, your pleasure being heightened and the stroking feeling so good.

Sera's eyes widen in surprise and delight. "Oh my, it looks like you've taken my suggestion to heart."

The witches around you giggle and murmur approvingly as they watch you pleasure yourself. Your mind races with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, the humiliation of being so exposed and **** only adding to your excitement. But you know you can’t let this continue. Summoning all your willpower, you shake your head and break the weak spell, your hand falling away from your throbbing cock. A bead of pre-cum drops to the floor.

"Impressive," one of the witches says, her tone admiring. "He has quite a bit of self-control."

"Looks like his companion might just have some magic in her as well!" another witch adds, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

As you continue your journey through the city, the teasing and magical torment show no signs of letting up. Each step you take, each spell cast your way, pushes you further into a state of arousal and humiliation. And with Sera’s teasing suggestions still fresh in your mind, you can only imagine what other enchantments and trials await you within the walls of Queen Morgana's castle.